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i clutch all my poems to my chest and count them
again and again
i am kneeling like a small dog | img2poems |
how much bigger though
when i say
i've had enough how will you know when to stop | img2poems |
firmer still a melee awkwardness that showed all registrants just
how we managed to pickpocket night
then came dark crowds | img2poems |
some doodled for the pad debriefed what pumiced eyes meant
in multi-dotted foreign rows
buildings like a spider's clothes | img2poems |
modern territories click like a mouse
body becomes human body
on a skinny avenue i hushed up pyramidal steps older than sorcery | img2poems |
picnics bended over they happen below
swings parks rung
i inject chlorine into my memory-parts with lady satisfaction | img2poems |
are you gay
a political campaign sanctioned a quart of moose
so stars soon quarreled back to the travel section of the north | img2poems |
the positional plot warps but is the same
the deluxe mattress drifts
on gravitational subtleties like the rest of us practicing the gut's banjo | img2poems |
no in fact i don't know how he ever crossed the channels or canals
from that stout city
i don't really know if i ever really need to know | img2poems |
a furnace's windup huffing
in this throat
clearing of snow | img2poems |
when pungent or cruel they sauce the ache
light folds them in two
what i want to say is i would meet you upon this | img2poems |
that was the sedgy day invisible contagions
stretching from our roof
on which the fresh trails of spilled pink | img2poems |
i fall in love
the things
the wind is telling me | img2poems |
i fall in love
how they wear
their strange amp double-eyes | img2poems |
i'm in the barricade hearing the clock thickening you
autumn encircles a confusion that's nothing new
flash back to warring eyes almost letting me drown | img2poems |
and i'm in the barricade hearing the clock thickening you
clematis enclosures walking with news pollinated by a
secondary grief while something reminds you of our love | img2poems |
i wish i had left the same way
but i brought with me all my belongings
even my army mug and a bunch of old letters | img2poems |
and how do you survive
your long throat
your red-rag-to-a-bull head | img2poems |
rain fell as a glass
breaks
something suddenly everywhere at the same time | img2poems |
you if no one else
will condemn with your tongue
the erosion each disappointment brings | img2poems |
i see the body with its own career of gestures
its bright roads its dark roads
apart serene | img2poems |
trapped in one chained line
one terrifying combination of arrangements
driven to taste each other's flesh | img2poems |
near the old and lost river they surmised
spanish moss strains coffee pretty good
they sang green green grass of home | img2poems |
they were whingeing stuck in lodi
forty slavonians in the big thicket
they sang ne me quitte pas beneath mesquite | img2poems |
a dollar is peeled off a roll of thousands
it is the day the mint of it is in my mouth
i open it completely fresh | img2poems |
when you put down the book you will come when you
hear the words put down the book
you will come when you hear | img2poems |
which of you knows how not to part the pebble on the beach from its colors
the songbird from its social network
the fruit from its multifaceted peel | img2poems |
and each seed-bearing fruit has an atmosphere
each has its several moons
has tides changing weather lunar eclipses | img2poems |
truly: all hells and hierarchies are works of the imagination
and equally
it is not the part of the daoist sage to conjure meaningless hells | img2poems |
silver bag of herself
with turquoise gilt
midriff | img2poems |
greeks pictured the afterlife
as an insipid version
of the world they knew | img2poems |
the subject will claim
that she has been taken
to the wrong place | img2poems |
that the room
she is brought back to
is not the room she left | img2poems |
if you mock us pan
in whom we also believe do it
as gently as you can | img2poems |
i had the happy idea that someday i would find both pleasure and punishment that i would
know them and feel them
and that until i did it would be almost as good to pretend | img2poems |
i had the happy idea that what i do not understand is more real than what i do
and then the happier idea to buckle myself
into two blue velvet shoes | img2poems |
and clicked each lucky one
and one
until i was happily undone | img2poems |
you have a smooth and upturned chin
cold cheeks unbruisable eyes
and hair as grooved as fig skin | img2poems |
still bride of your own armor
bride of your own blind eyes
this isn't an appeal | img2poems |
resumed
some nights i paint into the scene two doves
i being alternately one and then the other calling myself by my kind | img2poems |
and the wool was pulled
over as cover
no eyes were kept peeled | img2poems |
and when he learned the truth about her tongue
he downed the bead: her true form a nine-tailed
fox who could have turned human had he kissed on | img2poems |
whatever party fame's doing to her
chances for a quick trial
barbarella can't touch her goldilocks | img2poems |
i wish she could have a single day of language
so that i might reassure her don't be afraid
our whole world is dead and so can do you no harm | img2poems |
fell to the bottom of fathoms became black
slick hid in shale
they drill down miles | img2poems |
some music some shelling
will strike our dead who flew off in the early raids
have you seen them return from their flying | img2poems |
the heat compounded and ugliness
settled its cloud over us profound as human speech
although by then we were not speaking | img2poems |
and i hear the crows complaint complaint
splitting the morning hunched over the skull
they know their offices | img2poems |
grown-ups keep their feet on the ground
when they swing
i hate that | img2poems |
don't talk big to me
i'm carrying my box of faces
if i want to change faces i will | img2poems |
i'll invite a bee to live in your shoe
what if you found your shoe
full of honey | img2poems |
what if the clock said
instead of
would you be scared | img2poems |
in this poem all artifice
is stripped away
but you are held under water | img2poems |
instead of a dog barking there was silence
then the sound of a drum beaten loud amp fast
by a young nun | img2poems |
maybe he could drift through the crush of lookers
in cigarette smoke in the breath of many lungs
common innocuous a cloud about to disappear | img2poems |
in the broad yard
each thing dandles
its blue its name its consequence | img2poems |
i want to travel far amp then return
the wind blows as if i were eighty-five
maybe eighty-seven | img2poems |
and so alone
un-alone even in my anger
bring you here | img2poems |
counting feels just as impossible
as turning solid mountains
into a ditch | img2poems |
i'll shower with you but i'm leaving
my underwear on and you enjoyed her
in every way you could enjoy a person with soap | img2poems |
you didn't join your wife in the shower
she's gotten funny about letting you see her
shave her legs or wash herself anywhere | img2poems |
i know
my big mouth
full of their light | img2poems |
avoid the hive mind
go fly a kite
raise a stained glass window in the sky | img2poems |
in pieces
let me collect its dna
from the tears on your desk | img2poems |
the water's not too cold
it doesn't feel
like being dead | img2poems |
do we seem rootless
holding fast to the anchor
of the saddest things | img2poems |
in her focus-wrinkled brow for a living
today
i think i practice the religion of blinking too much | img2poems |
there are many opportunities here for unrequited friendship
the offer letter said
all you need is a chain saw and die grinder | img2poems |
into making us
the thing we want
to call beautiful | img2poems |
my hands feel like scorpion claws
clamped on to a hard hard shovel all day
then curled into fists at night | img2poems |
sorrow's a barbaric art crude as a viking ship or a child
who rode a spotted pony to the lake away from summer
in the s toward the iron lung of polio | img2poems |
today i bring an actual-size sunrise and many glow words
from the inmates of this late-stage civilization who navigate
in your slipstream and to whom you say keep rowing | img2poems |
ain't no lightness of hand but of bounce player
constraints imposed by a corvid named jim
could not interpret my remedies | img2poems |
jim wasn't much of a macgyver
not one skill in therapeutic thaumaturgy
he prescribed cowlicks for the heartsick: i mean really | img2poems |
t-bone hit it straight for
cause the planets were so aligned
sho'nuf heard these arcane words precise | img2poems |
comes in georgia peach flavor
too much will turn your guts like
entheogen | img2poems |
dare to transpose any other energy drink sookie
this exhumation bears no map
fore the next internment there shall be no other | img2poems |
we will watch the first grader with little cymbals
bending her knees hunched in concentration
while neighbors snicker at her ardent face | img2poems |
we lower its silken ceiling
to graze his dark hair
repeat the prayer | img2poems |
only white people swim in lakes nowadays
you know
crystal lake | img2poems |
abandoned tires relics of its sewer days river herring spark no fear
and a publicly funded park with a biology class a boat-making workshop
for the children of hunt's point gives me hope we'd wet our hair again | img2poems |
a sporty new aged convenience
a luxury to admire when long beach is too far
and rockaway too dirty | img2poems |
till everyone got it off by heart
every start was a bad start
since all conclusions were foregone | img2poems |
every wood had its twist of woodbine
every cliff its herd of fatalistic swine
every runnel was a rubicon | img2poems |
it walks out the door with my legs
through the gate
headed straight for the racetrack | img2poems |
blocks with the waxed blade lifted
and tossed lifted and tossed again
squaring off against the snow | img2poems |
we didn't like each other
but lynn's mother had died
and my father had died | img2poems |
lynn's father didn't know how to talk to her
my mother didn't know how to talk to me
and lynn and i didn't know how to talk either | img2poems |
hit publish and look away
the new violence: i visited a country where
everything looked like home | img2poems |
it had to be from someone who didn't exist
before this poem
began writing itself down | img2poems |
am: the frogs
ask what is it what is it
it is what it is | img2poems |
my mother sends me a black-and-white
photograph of her and my father circa
posing with two indian men | img2poems |
who are those indian guys
i ask her
on the phone | img2poems |
farther than our hero santiago can see
i rise in the night to find the sharp knife
that came with the pears as a courtesy | img2poems |
five of them later scarfing the oak's
black bole
laying a dream of snakes | img2poems |
the pause
the lean in
the reveal | img2poems |
yes i live inside the piano
but there is no need for you
to come and visit me | img2poems |
smiling
to cold air i slept under a bear skin
touched your lips in the night | img2poems |
in time we cut through the ice sank
fathoms into the sea chaperoned by seals
that are not mermaids at all | img2poems |
i sing the beauty of bodily touch
with my muse blue grace
spring | img2poems |
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